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PRINCE - GETT OFF:
“I clocked the jizz from a friend Of yours named Vanessa Bet (Bet) She said you told her a fantasy That got her all wet (Wet) Something about a little box with a Mirror and a tongue inside What she told me then got me so hot I knew that we could slide”
JEFF BUCKLEY - LOVER YOU SHOULD’VE COME OVER:
“Looking out the door I see the rain Fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water”
it does feel brutal, but it also feels cathartic. when it’s spazzing out and just ignoring everything for 5 seconds…30 seconds…1 minute…2 minutes i start feeling like some angry king :“I WILL NOT BE IGNORED BY THE LIKES IF YOU, MACHINE” and i admit i get some vindictive satisfaction from just murdering it then and there.
it’s not sketchy companies that may leak your data, it’s the gate now between you and the internet. more and more locks will be added.
i loved terraria too. especially the base building part of it. you could get super creative with your bases if you wanted. i had a beach base with a lighthouse, ferris wheel & submarine. a jungle base on stilts. a cemetery base with a big skull, a cozy Christmas snow castle base, a cave base with glowing orbs, lava, and a robot, etc
satisfactory took all that to 11 for me. instead of bases it’s factories and it’s a beautiful hand-crafted 3d world, instead if 2d pixel graphics. i had a lot of fun building so many cool things there. my last play through was 840 hours which seems insane to me.
In French class i chose “Guy” from the list because I thought it sounded cool, but then found out they pronounce it like “ghee” which didn’t sound as cool. Malheureusement.
time flies like an arrow. fruit flies like a banana.
why did the little old lady fall into the well? she couldn’t see that well.
holy cow, what a nightmare! long lines where everyone is stressed and angry and powerless…ugh. so depressing and miserable!
I have an e-book reader, so I looked it up:
“Mom had her own version of the day I was born, which I never believed, considering she was passed out for the event. Not that I’m any witness, being a newborn infant plus inside a bag. But I knew Mrs. Peggot’s story. And if you spent even a day in the company of her and my mom, you would know which of those two lotto tickets was going to pay out.”